[The conclusion of the following resembles a verse in the nursery history of Mother Hubbard.]
There was an old woman, and what do you think?
She lived upon nothing but victuals and drink:
Victuals and drink were the chief of her diet;
This tiresome old woman could never be quiet.
She went to the baker, to buy her some bread,
And when she came home her old husband was dead;
She went to the clerk to toll the bell,
And when she came back her old husband was well.
Nursery Rhyme. Ccclxx. Paradoxes
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